She opened the door.
He was startled to see she had her back turned to him and she was facing the open door of the sitting-room. He saw she had a gun in her hand.
“What’s happening… ?”
He looked into the sitting-room at the tense, white-faced man sitting in a chair who stared at him with frightened eyes.
“A burglar… or what?” O’Brien asked. “Here, give me the gun.” He took it from Gilda and walked into the sitting-room. “What’s all this about?”
“It’s the man who killed Fay Carson,” Gilda said, breathlessly. “He broke in here.”
O’Brien stiffened.
“Are you Holland?” he demand
“Yes,” Ken said, “but I didn’t kill her.”
“Yeah?” O’Brien said. “Well, tell that to the jury.” He looked at Gilda. “What’s he doing here?”